A gift and a curse

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

Characters: reverse_destiny and you
Setting: Floor Eleven, once more
Format: Whichever!
Summary: Sora's been given a Keyblade by Aqua. But now, that light is wearing him down--and he's panicking about what this means.
Warnings: None as of yet

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Sora's shaking, staring at the cold, metallic weapon in his hand. It's foreign, not at all what he's used to. In fact, instead of the wing-shaped blade that he's used to, he holds in his hand a giant key. And no matter how hard he tries, no matter what he does, it's all he can call. And that just won't do. Ansem would kill him. Keyblades are of the light, and light is bad and wrong and it's everything that's hurt him in the past.

Unable to hold in the emotions anymore, Sora throws the Keyblade, it spinning out over the water before vanishing in a flash. It merely appears in his hand again. Finally, after giving a loud, emotional scream that leaves his throat raw, he falls to his knees, shaking. The key rests on the ground beside him where it had fallen. And not too far away, two creatures watch him.

Comments

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

"Ienzo? Nice name."

Well, at least he knows the kid's name. And the kid is actually kind of interesting. He could be an interesting conversational partner in the future.

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

Hm. No one had ever called his name 'nice' before; as far as he could recall, no one had spoken about it at all, even in worlds like this, where people had names that obviously wouldn't have fit in at Radiant Garden.

But that was hardly something that warranted discussion, in his opinion. Unimportant things like names were really just ways to identify people; any unfortunate incidents that could come from having a 'bad name' didn't come from the name itself, but from people who are particularly vocal in their opinions about it.

So instead, he didn't comment on that at all and instead looked at the Keyblade. "And how did you come into possession of that?" Perhaps it was just one of those 'random' occurrences; rare, but documented. Or maybe, well, maybe in some other world the Keyblade bearers were actually still in existence. (Such a futile hope. Honestly.)